"Steve, I want to taste you." I pull his hard cock out of his pants. I get on my knees and lick the head of his cock. He grabs my hair and shoves his ...ock in my mouth. Hearing him moan is music to my ears."Oh fuck, shit Darla, oh God don't stop." Steve picks me up, and walks over to our room. Once we get in our room, he pushes me against the wall. Steve lays me on this wooden table. He bends down and starts sucking my nipples. I open my legs and he kisses my belly. His fingers rub over my wet. I quickly sidled past my former self andtook my seat. I picked up the purse that was behind the kneeler andfished out my wallet. I opened up the bill area and found it completelyempty; sadly I turned to the change compartment.Two quarters lay within the area...two stinking quarters was the onlything between me and being completely broke. I handed them to Michael andpointed to the end of the pew where the man, the old me was seated. "Takethese coins...they're for Jesus."Michael looked up to see. For a few seconds nothing happened, then he was aware of his cock growing longer, thicker and stronger. He watch amazed as he just kept growing and growing. A full nine inches lay obvious down his trouser leg, Barry was the same. Harmony's eyes scanned the text of the, 'Book of Advanced Potions' When she felt a little tingling on her nipples, it felt pleasant. She glanced down at her small breasts and saw they were pushing out the material of her dress. The tingling spread from nipples to. When we headed back to Baltimore, I had hit safely in 50 consecutive games. I was the first guy, other than Joe DiMaggio, to have ever reached that 50-game plateau.It had been a rewarding road trip. Sandy had been with me for the whole week, and (unlike earlier road trips) she had been entirely happy about being there. Besides, we were lovers now, so it was far more than just moral support she was providing.Tampa Bay was at Camden Yards for three games and I got one hit in each of the games,.